Zhao Junqi finally appeared.
Zhao Junyao emerged from the cave and used his lightness skill to fly to the mountaintop, where he saw him standing alone, seemingly waiting for him.
But strangely, there was no one else around him.
Zhao Junyao squinted, repeatedly examining Zhao Junqi, who was two zhang away.
By the moonlight, he noticed that Zhao Junqi’s figure had thinned considerably, and his face was no longer as gentle as it used to be, but much rougher.
His eyes no longer held the playful arrogance they once did, but shone with a fierce and sharp green light, like that of a lone wolf.
While Zhao Junyao was observing him,
Zhao Junqi, dressed in ragged clothes, was also scrutinizing him.
The two held each other’s gaze for half a minute.
Zhao Junqi spoke first in a faint tone.
"It’s been years, Imperial Brother... hope you’ve been well!"
Zhao Junyao also did not back down and gave a faint smile.
"Likewise!"
"Back then, I spared your life and exiled you to the bitter cold of the North Frontier, but I didn’t expect you to escape and return!"
"Now it seems, I shouldn’t have let you live back then!"
Zhao Junqi gave a cold laugh.
"Imperial Brother is right!"
"If you kill, you should kill to the last!"
"You shouldn’t have spared my life!"
"You should have been more ruthless than the Late Emperor in harming my father!"
"Killed every last one of us!"
"Otherwise, as long as we live, we will surely seek revenge!"
Zhao Junyao was about to retort with a cold laugh when Zhao Junqi interrupted him suddenly.
"And there’s one more thing you got wrong, Imperial Brother!"
"What?" Zhao Junyao was a bit curious.
Zhao Junqi squinted his eyes.
"My life wasn’t sparred by you; it was exchanged for a life by my father!"
Zhao Junyao didn’t care, he just nodded slightly.
After a moment, he said again.
"Then there’s something you’ve misunderstood too!"
"What?" Zhao Junqi asked.
"It wasn’t the Late Emperor who wanted to harm Prince Yan back then; quite the opposite, it was Prince Yan who intended to harm my father, but was discovered!"
"This is what you call... returning one with their own ways!"
Zhao Junqi laughed coldly.
"Nonsense!"
"You bunch of hypocrites who speak of benevolence and righteousness!"
"My father was disabled for half of his life, and yet you say it was he who wanted to harm your father!"
Zhao Junyao’s gaze sharpened.
Under the moonlight, his figure was like an arrow leaving the bowstring, instantly shifting to Zhao Junqi’s side, pressing a cold sword against his throat.
"Stop spouting nonsense here!!"
Zhao Junqi gave a mocking laugh.
"Ha!"
"What’s the matter, feeling guilty?"
"It was you and your father who ascended the throne, but you claim you’re the ones in the right!"
"You commit the evil, and we bear the blame!"
"Isn’t this way too unjust?!"
Zhao Junyao was furious, shamed, and angry!
"How dare you!"
"The rights and wrongs of the previous generation have long passed, who are you to judge?!"
Before the words fell, the sharp sword in his hand pressed forward a bit more, forcing a blood mark on Zhao Junqi’s neck.
Yet he was not afraid at all, just standing there calmly without retreating a single step.
Zhao Junyao stared at that face that resembled his own by five parts, his eyes flashing coldly.
"You have a death wish!"
Zhao Junqi looked back at him disdainfully.
"In your eyes, haven’t I died a hundred times already?"
Zhao Junyao sneered.
"Not a hundred times, once is enough!"
With that, he was just about to apply force to end him.
Then Zhao Junqi suddenly raised his hand and laughed.
"Hahaha!"
"Imperial Brother, smart throughout your life, foolish at the moment!"
"Doesn’t the wise you want to know why I dare to come for you all by myself?"
Zhao Junyao was stunned.
"Why?!"
Turning his head to look at his hands.
Only to see one hand holding a tinder, the other a rope-like thing, and the two were about to touch each other.
Zhao Junyao’s pupils suddenly contracted.
"Gunpowder?!"
"Exactly!"
Zhao Junqi was all smug.
"Even though Imperial Brother lives in the Capital City, you’re quite knowledgeable!"
"You even know these foreign trinkets; I’m impressed!"
Zhao Junyao’s pupils contracted.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Zhao Junqi laughed heartily.
"What do I want to do? Imperial Brother should know!"
"I want to kill you to avenge my father!"
"I want to seize back the position that belonged to me!"
"I want you to taste the feeling of having nothing!"
"The realm of the Great Chu Dynasty should have been mine! The one sitting on the throne should be me!"
"And you, should kneel before me and call me lord!"
Zhao Junyao: "..."
The throne? The realm? Should kneel and call lord?
Has he become so arrogant?
Zhao Junyao chuckled coldly.
"In the Royal Family, the legitimate, not the eldest, takes the throne!"